My Avatar is Becoming the Ultimate BOSS Chapter 131 - 107: Fly to the Moon (Requesting Monthly Votes

"The people from the Salvation Society, are they saying they’ll let leave here? My real self can leave this detention room?"

In the detention room bathed in harsh white light, Ji Minghuan sat slightly dazed on the chair, thoughts racing through his mind.

"They kept locked up for so long, and now they’re letting out so easily?"

"Is it because they’re confident I can’t escape their control outside, or could it be... they actually want to use this opportunity to uncover the secrets within , to see if ’Black Cocoon’ will co to rescue , thereby determining whether there is a direct connection between this recently appeared superpower user and ?"

"But this happens at such a coincidental ti. Are they really planning a task for us related to the underground auction in Tokyo a few days from now?"

Thinking of this, Ji Minghuan looked up from the table and slowly turned his gaze to the ntor.

He asked curiously and cautiously, "So what task are you planning to assign us?"

The ntor smiled slightly, "I’ll tell you next ti you co over, and you’ll also et Sun Changkong."

"Here we go again," Ji Minghuan rolled his eyes, "You always like to do this, leaving hanging."

Actually, he understood in his heart why the ntor did this.

It’s like a young couple going on a date, and the boyfriend always brings a bouquet from the flower shop for his girlfriend before they et, making her happy for half a day;

Whenever you co to chat with a young child, leaving them with a curious puzzle at the end so you can reveal the answer next ti you visit, and the child becos full of positive anticipation for your visits.

Over ti, they’ll look forward to your arrival more and more. This is more effective than a candy.

Especially for a child who has been imprisoned for so long.

But Ji Minghuan is not an ordinary child. He just wants a chance to explore the ntor’s mind using the ’Restraint Truth’ to see what he’s really thinking. Does this person really take him for a fool?

Or is there another purpose behind all these actions?

When Ji Minghuan was bored, he imagined that once they breached the base of the Salvation Society, the experinters who deserved it would be dealt with accordingly since he had no prior acquaintance with them, but the situation with the ntor is different.

He should find a nice spot to isolate the ntor.

Then every few days, he’d co to chat with the ntor, letting him experience the emptiness, the brain-ringing silence, breaking down his high and mighty façade with words;

If the ntor attempted suicide, then inject him with anesthetics, making him kneel like a worm, unable to move;

When he eventually tires of the ga, he could draw out the air from the room, letting the ntor die of suffocation in the most lonely and oppressive atmosphere, choking alone.

No matter whose na he called, there would be no answer.

Just like sinking into a dead, lightless abyss.

Of course, Ji Minghuan still had a very good backup plan:

Uncle Ghost Bell had been a super criminal for two whole years, and he knew much better how to tornt people, so having Unit One’s father handle this might not be a bad idea — what isn’t that a kind of vicarious revenge for his child?

Surely Ghost Bell would be more than happy to spend a little ti on that.

Ji Minghuan lifted his head, calmly eting the ntor’s gaze.

The other still wore an inscrutable, irritating smile on his face.

The ntor looked into his eyes, softly saying, "I know you want to see Kong Youling, so I had her brought here in advance, go and chat with her."

Exhaling, he screwed on the lid of his thermos, "Then I’ll leave now. Filio is freshening up, and he’ll co to et you shortly. Get along well, don’t argue."

"Oh." Ji Minghuan lowered his gaze, tugging at the collar around his neck, "Just to confirm beforehand... when we leave here and go out for the mission, we still have to wear these things around our necks, right?"

"That’s right." The ntor nodded, "To prevent your powers from losing control, this collar helps keep you in a normal state, avoiding any unforgivable mistakes; if any extre situations arise, we might consider using the collar to put you to sleep temporarily and then bring you back."

"Got it." Ji Minghuan drawled, shrugging impatiently, then said, "I figured out you wouldn’t just let us run wild outside."

He paused, "Actually... I think the others wearing collars makes sense, but I really don’t need one. Haven’t these two months proven enough that I’m just a complete Muggle?"

The ntor shook his head, "Quite the opposite, even if everyone else could go without the collar, you’re the only one who must wear it."

"So letting this group of monsters out to ’play’... is really for better studying ?"

"Ji Minghuan, we must understand your superpower, or if we’re backed into a corner, even at great risk, we might have to take so extre asures," the ntor adjusted his glasses, "...we have no choice."

Ji Minghuan leaned back in the chair, silent for a while, then said nonchalantly:

"I actually prefer the surna ’Ji.’"

"But that’s not your real surna."

"I don’t care what my real surna is. Since my dad used the fake surna ’Ji’ during our brief four years together, I’ll use it."